Another Notch on My “No Hitter Buddy” Belt Buckle

Posted in Uncategorized by Flavor on June 26, 2014

Like many Giants fans, I was at work during Timmy’s masterpiece. In the 6th inning I started rummaging around for that old radio I used to listen to the NLDC game vs Cincinnati in 2012. I couldn’t find it. Had a co-worker bring a radio in. It didn’t work.

So I called on the only other reasonable option I could think of: I left work.

I bee lined it to the closest bar about 2 miles away: The Dutch Goose in Menlo Park. They’re known for their deviled eggs which are devilishly delicious. I got to the Goose in record time but was devastated to discover that every single tv had the stupid World Cup game on. I tried to explain to a worker about the pending Timmy no no but there was a bit of a language barrier and I don’t think he cared much about baseball anyway.

I left the Goose but not before powering down this:

Not wanting to risk going to another establishment where my pull was limited, I headed across town to my buddy’s bar in Los Altos. Thankfully, it was the bottom of the 7th (a long inning) so I made it in time for the top of the 8th. As I enter I realized all was right with the world as every single tv had the Giants game on. No pull necessary except the bar stool I *pulled* out.

There weren’t a ton of people there so I had to make small talk with the patrons. Normally I hate that shit but all 6 of us had the commonality of the game so it wasn’t totally irritating. We made a few $1 side wagers. We promised to each slam a beer, in unison, if Timmy finished the Pads off. We never followed through on that promise….

After Timmy got the final out and we’d finished high fiving each other, one of the guys declared us “No hitter buddies!” I was in a reflective moment, and, quietly to myself, declared that kind of a gay thing to say. :) But it got me to thinking, I can remember everything about the other 6 Giants no hitters that I watched (or in the Count’s case, listened to). I remember who I was with, what we were eating, the color of the walls.

Around 4pm we all wandered away from the bar, and each other, likely forever. Six brand new no hitter buddies, off to live the rest of their lives separately, but bonded forever…….

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Bozo said, on July 31, 2015 at 9:40 am (Edit)
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I know it was kind of fucked up for all those baseball being thrown from the stands (including the upper deck), but strangely, I found it to be a beautiful thing.